Like a drum my heart was beating, And your kiss was sweet as wine, But the joys of love are fleeting For Pierrot and Columbine. - Tom Springfield

Oh my love, oh my love, I've cried for you so much,
Lonely nights without sleeping, while I longed for your touch.
Now your lips can't evade the heartache I've known,
Come with me to a world of our own.

I walk where once the grass was green
And mourn the lark that sings no more
What bird could sing whose eyes have seen
Broken blossoms on the field of war?

It would take a miracle,
But someday maybe I'll find
That I'm in the loving arms of someone
That I'll know, know he's the someone
Who'll kiss all the heartache away,
And come that day
I won't mind losing you.